Loneliness

Loneliness is not a pain, But a feeling that one can’t explain; A sort of a downcast silent regret, Or a longing for something we can not get. A feeling of sorrow, then “don’t care,” A little encouragement, then despair; A wish for something we had before That’s passed away to return no more. A selfish sympathy, one’s melancholy, Then tries to cheer up and wants to be jolly. Next, we’re lost in a reverie, The joys of life we can not see. Keep building castles in the air, ’Till finally one thinks he’s a millionaire— Then we suddenly awake to realize We’re living on earth and not in the skies. Forget yourself and move about, And loneliness will soon “clear out.”